Though we knew ye well in life
but ne'er enough to say we hate ya
Here we be now at yer death
To sing yer praises ni ' debate ya

Rest ye then in peace unending
mixed ye have of lust and wine
freind of all yet foe unbending
tasted of the golden vine

O'er the waters calm still sailng
to the heroes rest you'll find
that the sun light bright but failing
flesh and spirit there unbind:

Where the chase of dreams now dying
must be won upon the wing
for the feet of skin and fancy
cannot hear the angels......sing.